Hey Shuckface [Minho Imagines]

Minho | Always

The Gladers cheers and whistles filled the air, I can almost forget all the sadness we are dealing with the Maze.

With a glass of Gally's recipe on my hand, I stood there watching all the Gladers playing around, as Gally started wrestling the Greenie.

I took a sip from the glass and crossed my arms.

"Hey babe,"

I know that voice so well. I looked to my right to see Minho smirking, his hands on his pockets.

"Oh, well. Hi, babe." I replied.

We're really not a couple. We're really just like that.

He ran his hand through his hair and licked his lips-his natural habit.

"You know, sometimes I don't get why aren't we a couple." Minho said.

"Are you flirting with me?" I asked, smirking.

"I have been for the past two years," he replied.

I raised my eyebrows at him, but he looked away, still smirking but even in the dark, I can see he's blushing so hard.

"Stop it," I laughed.

"Stop what?" Minho looked at me, putting his hands on his pocket.

"Stop blushing. It's turning me on." I said.

Minho slightly widened his eyes, he clearly didn't expect that answer from me.

"Then I guess I should blush more often." Minho said.

I smirked, biting my lip.

"You better thank the Gladers for being out here because I would be pinning you against a wall right now if it weren't for them." Minho said.

"Oh, stop," I laughed.

I ignore the thought, but damn, I can't help but imagine what he just said. And yes, it was a major turn on.

Minho unexpectedly wrapped his arms around my waist, facing me.

His face was just few inches away from him, and I can really kiss him right now but no, I didn't.

"You sure you don't want to kiss me?" He asked as if he read my thoughts.

I looked at his lips then his back at his eyes again, I leaned in, "No,"

"You sure?" He asks again, smirking.

I fought back a smile and whispered, "No."

He leaned in closer, his lips now brushing against mine.

"Really?" he asks and I can feel his lips moving against my lips.

I didn't reply for a second.

"Kiss me." I muttered.

Minho's smirk gets wider, his dimple on his cheek showing. He tightened his grip around my waist and closed the gap between our lips.

I love how his lips felt on mine. Best feeling ever. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

His hands slipped under my shirt, wandering on my sides. His touch against my bare skin makes me shiver.

I continued to kiss him deeply, my hands ruffling his perfect black hair.

I pulled away because I need some air. That damn air.

I looked Minho in the eyes, and as soon as he saw my face again, his lips quickly formed into a smile.

"I'm a good kisser, aren't I?" he asked, his hands still on my waist.

I chuckled, "Okay, whatever."

"Wanna try it again?"

"Absolutely." I replied.

He smiled widely before he places his lips on mine again, and it felt like the most beautiful thing ever.